judemex's blog

  • Have fun in Buxton!!!

    FormerMember
    FormerMember
    Meant to write to you all a couple of days ago but then had chemo and had forgotten how pants that really is... chop a boob off anytime if I had the choice... unfortunately only one breast left and 3 more chemo sessions. No, they also didn't give me the choice.. Anyway hope you all have the most fab time in Buxton raving! will raise a cup of wholesome camomile tea to you all tomorrow! lots of love jude x
  • To work or not to work that is the question

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    FormerMember
    To work or not to work that is the question I have finally stacked up more than 1 whole week at work. I did a week and a day! Now I have a few days off for the next round of chemo. Oh joy. I am in a bit of a conundrum as to what to do when I have radiotherapy. My work is in the Mexico City equivalent of Heathrow and I live in Brixton. The equivalent hospital where I will have radiotherapy is St. Georges in Tooting.…
  • Chicken Filets

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    FormerMember
    Last Wednesday I finally had the bloody drain out. Did it hurt? Oh yes quite a bit but probably not much more than having a tooth pulled. The surgeon pretty much had to put his foot on the table to get enough welly to get it out. A tooth or a tough nose hair are the only things that I can compare it to. Luckily my husband had "helped" me by preparing me for a whole lot more pain. I had built it up so much that the actual…
  • More Ramblings from jude

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    FormerMember
    Ramblings And the drain goes on. However, it has pretty much stopped and I guess by Thursday I should be drain-less and looking for a chicken filet bra. Today my arm finally started to feel quite a bit better. Doing my exercises I could almost straighten it out without wincing. The discolouration is still there and the skin is peeling and ugly, but I am starting to be able to use it again. Today, in the shower, I managed…
  • Blocked Drain

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    FormerMember
    A for those of you who thought I'd stopped... Last Sunday whilst on Skype, grossing my sister and father out with my bag of blood, I must have caught my tubes on something and given it a bit of a yank. The transatlantic connection was treated to liquid squirting in full technicolour. My husband and I managed to shove the tubes back in and get the suction back into the bag. My sister and father quickly signed off but…